FRAGPOP No 1.6

be moon

be egg

be a cactus mandala

& 

warm as a radiator towel

& dance

to hank williams

liminal crackle

in our cartoon dusk

VULCAN FIRES HIS FORGE

among other news

the world is heavy 

on cringe & deflection

ego & projection 

orchestrated diatribe

& racketeering from the egg

& big machines turn

& the moon is thirsty

& innocent mammals

hunt landmines 

in the ivf dirt

i am weak at the shit of it

now heres pinochet

with the weather

where you are

SEASONAL OLFACTION EVOCATION

out 

of 

the
springwinters
struggling egg
comes muggy june

& 

again my nose tells 

my brain all about

the sigh of morning weed
on the bacon roll breeze

& the pagan steampunk

costume raffle
of a barter town night

TOM WAITS FRAG 1

she told him
when he had
egg on his face

&

his piano

is made of

cigarettes

she let him
take his
shoes off

&

gods away he said 

on business

business !

DESPERATE GEORGE

george is desperate
nuclear bomb new york desperate

he was in turkey five minutes ago
& asked about coffee he says

'i popped some stay-awakes on the plane'

hes wearing khakis with dress shoes -
the russian enjoyed pointing that out


~


george is desperate
hotel room egg squishing desperate

'still warm' he says

& in a desperate radio order
to NEST & FBI & NYPD & nicole

he says 

'stop anyone north of 55th with a backpack'

oh desperate desperate george

PARAPHRASING & NOT IN THE SAME BALLPARK

epstein
had
an
egg-shaped cock

i cant unhear this so now neither can you

this was from a court hearing
epstein walked out


~


madonna pisses in the shower
for athletes foot prevention

i cant unhear this so now neither can you

this was on the radio

its all i remember she said

BEES

DISMISSED

   was
  going
   to 
 write about
   the  human condition
 our  failing experiment

 it was going to rhyme 

  tweet     wealth
    eat     health
   meat    stealth

         see ?

 but 
 i 
  am 
   not  feeling generous today
 and  not sure we deserve reflection

     so
 i  am going to listen to the same record
  i  heard eight times already today
 because  i feel like  i am in a bubble
            or
     a museum
         or
 a  starship  passing
      with 
  better things  to do

from pinterest

WAITING FOR THE PHONE I WRITE 15 POEMS ALL THE SAME, THIS IS ONE

 waiting for the phone to ring

 waiting for the phone to ring

   i have  no appetite
  my  coffee is cold

  the birds out the window
   play on  the
    red berry bush

    i feel like i am in amber
   or
     an egg

 waiting  for 

 the  phone

 to  ring

from freeiconspng

MONDAY 8 AM (LITTLE EGG)

monday 
8.00 AM 

a loose chocolate egg rolls around the bus floor
at
the
mercy
of corners and morning feet
its
colourful wrapper no help to him now

out of the frying pan
little egg
and into the fire

there is
no discernible definition in the uniform sky today
tho
the
suns
grey ghostly glow
seems
to
fake
wisdom and poignancy at me 
and
i
let
myself be pointlessly transfixed 

playing
his

game

POP BLURT

i'm a fucked egg
    all
    grown-out

in an ordinary sitting room
    sorry
    and
    sick

and a self-help book 
    away
    from
    holy 

from bitterbananas.com